I’ve played Dishonored 3 times, including a no-kill ghost run. I love that game.

I’ve kept every Nintendo console and used to break them out occasionally (I re-played Indiana Jones and the Infernal Machine to wash the taste of Crystal Skull out of my mouth). But since I started buying Playstations too, I feel like I can barely keep up with new releases and wonder if I’ll ever break out the…

Conde Nast.

It’s funny because I’ve been re-ripping my CDs at a higher bitrate before selling them, and it’s making me realize I generally prefer listening to new or unfamiliar music.  Despite feeling a lot of nostalgia while looking at the covers.

I like to pin the death of grunge to Seven Mary Three’s “Cumbersome” because it took everything shitty about it and comically exaggerated it like a funhouse mirror.

It’s similar to Hot Fuzz, but in Night in the Woods [spoiler] the town’s murder cult was creeped me out because 1) it was so prosaic and 2) the reveal lines up with Mae’s increasing disassociation.

I think that was a comment on the Catholic church.

That and their faces.

TAARGÜS TAARGÜS

[faint echo of Taco Bell bell rings in the distance]

God damnit.

“Don’t shit where you eat” isn’t that difficult, is it?  

If they were going to tweak the formula for millennials the rich dude should offer $10 mil for the husband.

“WKRP, the station with more music and Les Nessman.”

Jim Anchower?

I was really not expecting to see an obscure Babylon 5 reference today.

Season 4 is a little more hopeful in some ways.

That was nice to read and now I feel nice.

I was wondering why this experience seemed sexually repulsive.

Kathy Griffin must be rolling in her grave.